In this little town called Jefferson, I took the time to talk to residents, interrupting my goal of avoiding new stops. I did not even realize I was prolonging my trip, but there was no problem after all since it was another day without a destination. It is a bit heartbreaking how you can meet so many fascinating people on a journey like this, but knowing that you will very likely never see them again.
After about two hours, I had walked around the entire town, which had about a thousand inhabitants – a small town, but still more than twice as large as my hometown. My new goal, however, was not to get to know the city or its people, but to find food to take with me during the trip to avoid unnecessary stops and save resources. I was looking mainly for fruits and bread and was advised to look for this old man Parker McCray’s little farm.
Getting to the little farm, located far away from the town’s center, I sensed something odd in the air, but ignored it. All I needed to do was get my food and leave. Everything was so calm, even the animals. It seemed like the farm had stopped in time almost, but again I did not mind that. After all, it is a small town. Knocking on the door of Parker McCray’s house, I saw this blonde young man on his 25s coming for me. His tone was somewhat aggressive. He kept saying that the farmer was sick and would not be able to see me today. It seemed like he wanted me out of there. I was not getting the hints, so I insisted I wanted to buy some of his products. Infuriated, he pointed a gun to me and ordered me to get in the house. There was a young woman, in her teens, who could have been kidnapped by him but seemed too calm. I did not much pay attention to her. I was more concerned about me. The man started screaming at me, and made me get into a closet in the living room. I was terrified and I feared for my life. “Is this how my life is going to end?”, I thought.
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